Trash Poetry
It's literally trash poetry. Vote if you liked it though.
"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
An ode to my younger self and the fractal nature of growth (2022/2019)
A book of poetry based in autumn. Poems on growing up, moving forward, and overcoming life experiences.
A book of poems that will be updated weekly. I am participating in Poets pub's poem a week challenge in an attempt to get the writing gears moving again and to teach myself to write even when I'm not particularly inspired. I'd be delighted if you decide to come along for the ride. (2020) Highest ranking: #16 in poetry
A collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
Freefall. The title, hopefully, describes what you will find in this collection, I shall write pieces free of the constraints of both form, and structure.
*Previously known as Poetry Dump* °Some rant with prose °I rant with poetry Colour Me Poetry is a collection of one hundred poems written in both a successful and unsuccessful attempt to understand the colours of life. It is a collection analyzing and criticizing shades of society and humanity. *** "Your books are one...
~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light with darkness, the fire with water. Morality is ever-changing like t...
Poetry, prose, and haiku-like phrases on things eternal and things fleeting. Highest ranks, #1 in Deep Poetry, #1 in Book of Poetry, #1 in Meaning of Life, #1 in Enlightenment, #1 in Conceptual.
for whatever it's worth, this is for you; this is for me. a collection of prose & poetry and every space in between. copyright © 2020 | avielle n.
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
A collection of poetry highlighting the moral choices we face. Who are we? What makes who we are? Are we good and how can we be better? Are we driven by Fate or are we masters of our own destiny?
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodical chaos." It's quarantine and I write what I think.